We were together. I forget the rest.

Quote above by my favorite Walt Whitman. It very accurately describes of the past fourteen years of my life.

You see, fourteen years ago this morning, Mike and I were married in the Los Angeles LDS temple. It was a quiet, easy day. He arrived with his parents. I arrived with mine. And when the short ceremony was over, we left together, sealed as husband and wife.

The ensuing years have been good. I don't really remember many of the details, but I don't need to. Mike and I were together, and that is enough. Mike is my best friend, my partner, my everything. There is no life for me without him in it. And this life that we have built together exceeds all of my dreams.